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Scene #44
The police car stopped, the lights circling the tree-lined road in
a swirl of neon blue. From her side mirror, she eyed the cop as he
stepped from the car. Hell, more like unfolded from the
car. The man was a giant—broad shouldered with sun bronzed skin.
The navy blue uniform stretched across his chest and drew her gaze
all the way down his legs, past his well muscled thighs to his
black shoes. ‘Hello,’ she breathed as he sauntered
toward her. She rolled down the window. ‘Turn off your
car and put your hands where I can see them please ma’am,’ he
stated, shining his flashlight in her car. Michelle
complied then turned her seductive half-smile on the officer.
‘Where’s the fire?’ he asked. Shifting in the seat,
she glanced up and her gaze clashed with his. ‘Well officer, I was
only trying to dry my car.’ His mirrored sunglasses threw
back her reflection, but one dark brow arched above the rim.
‘Excuse me?’ She was so going to jail. ‘You know. I just
washed my new car, didn’t want water spots.’ He shook
his head and shifted. ‘Do you know how fast you
were going?’ he asked, flipping through his ticket book and pulling
out his pen. A ticket! He was really writing her a ticket.
She gritted her teeth. ‘Why yes Officer...’ she squinted to
read his name badge, ‘Cooper, about seventy miles per hour.’ She
smiled at him. She couldn’t read his eyes behind his sunglasses.
‘Try seventy-five. That’s forty-five over the speed
limit, ma’am.’ Brightening her already brittle smile, she
leaned toward him, squeezing her arms ever-so-slightly together.
‘Officer, I really can’t get another ticket. Surely we can work
something out?’ He didn’t even glance down at her display.
‘Drivers license and registration please.’ On bad days
she only contemplated inflicting pain on people with no sense of
humour. Today, she’d stooped to plotting Officer No-Smile’s death.
Grabbing her purse, she slammed the bag in her lap. She
tossed out items from her black-hole with a shoulder strap.
Dragging out her wallet, she lifted her gaze to his. He’d been
looking at her chest. His head moved slowly back up until she
could see her own face reflected in his sunglasses. He
didn’t move. Heat pooled at her mound, sending waves of
yearning along her body. Tossing back her hair, she slipped her
license out of her wallet and handed over the card. His long,
bronzed fingers brushed against hers. ‘I got this car today and I
don’t have the registration yet.’ He nodded and
jotted something down on his pad. ‘Do you have a bill of sale or
any documentation you own the car?’ Sighing heavily as
the moment passed and he returned to writing her a ticket, she
dropped her head back on the seat. ‘Actually, no.’ He
stopped writing and looked down at her. His tongue darted out over
his strong, broad lips. She wondered how his mouth would
feel pressed against hers. ‘Guess you could say this is a parting
gift from my firm.’ He returned to writing on his ticket
book. Those hands, the knuckles dusted with chestnut hair.
Would they leave a burning trail along her skin? Tingling pricked
over her skin with wishful anticipation. She cleared her throat,
dragging her mind back from the fantasy of handcuffs and
nightsticks. He finished scratching in his ticket book.
‘Do you have some way of substantiating this story?’
‘What?’ His question pulled her back to reality. ‘You don’t think
I stole this, do you?’ ‘Ms Nelson, I don’t know what
you’ve done, all I know is you were driving fast enough for more
than a reckless driving ticket.’ ‘What?’ She really was
going to jail. The heat of the evening enveloped her and a bead of
sweat trailed a lazy path between her breasts to her navel. ‘There
must be something I can do...’ He leaned forward and
placed a hand on the window. She didn’t miss his lazy perusal of
all she offered, he wasn’t immune. ‘Ms Nelson, you’ve broken
several major laws in the last half hour.’ She stared out
the windshield, her heart racing. ‘Ms Nelson.’
Turning slowly she looked up at Officer Cooper, past the blue
expanse of his chest, past the sunglasses now hanging from his
uniform pocket, past the square jaw, the well-moulded lips,
straight to his vibrant green eyes. ‘Yes?’ She
finally croaked fighting angry tears as the day caught up to her.
He didn’t speak for a minute, and he looked down the road.
Shaking his head, his lips twitched and he turned back to her.
‘Ma’am, I don’t know what kind of day you’ve had...' <0>
‘Michelle, call me Michelle. I’m not your momma.’ She nearly
slammed a hand over her mouth. But then the curve of a
white-toothed smile flashed across his face and she relaxed.
Suddenly he didn’t look so dark and dangerous. He
contemplated her for a minute and his gaze darted to her cleavage
again. A hot wave of need poured through her veins, like a shot of
brandy on a cold winter day, dispelling her sorrow. ‘No,
you’re definitely not my mother.’ She gave him a smile,
hoping her expression showed her offering. He smiled back and her
heart stuttered a little as something in his gaze changed. The
tension in her shoulders eased. Maybe she wouldn’t be handcuffed
and hauled in tonight. But oh how she’d love for him to at least
frisk her. ‘So are you letting me go with a warning?’ she
asked, putting a hint of a flirty purr in her voice.
They stared at each other for a minute and he searched her eyes.
‘Ms Nelson, I need you to step from the car please.’
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